This is a series of articles. I don't understand different worlds, and I use them to express my imagination.
First world:
The system said I had to travel through seven worlds before I could go home.
But no one told me that I would be a mother in my first world.
She's still that kind - the CEO's mistress, a fierce and money-loving female partner who relies on her daughter to get to the top.
I looked at the fourteen-year-old baby in my arms who wet the bed, was incredibly delicate, and was astonishingly beautiful.
The system said that she is my mission target.
I said, get out
This is my biological female goose.
